Tradition and the Path to Union

In the horizon, thunder
Grasping for broken truths
Healed and destroyed
Always standing at the edge
What do I know?
The mirror shows the truth
What is hiding in the shadows
Hiding beneath
In the lower regions
The regions they deny existence
The more they deny
The more they want control
The more they want order
The more chaos will grow
I see our destiny united
All of man together
For a last vision of truth
“Mankind, come forward!”
I hear a voice say
“Come forward, it is the judgment!”
Our sins have spoiled our clothing
We came too late
Nothing will survive the torrent
Nothing can survive
The gaze of God
All shall be destroyed
What little we have
Shall be taken from us
Then our bodies shall be crushed
From beneath
In the lower regions
We shall see them
Take their seats
While we shall know
Only envy
Too late
Too late it is
Too late for healing
Too late for knowledge
Too late for the beast in me

I am at the edge of being
At the closure of destiny
I see it
Carved in the horizon

Negroes, the negroes
They came for me
With dangerous masks
And waited kindly
For me to end it
To deny myself the oppourtunity
To return

Now I know
That I am more beast
More beast than man
Deep pockets in my soul
Shows me the true meaning
Of destiny
Of will and desire

To kill the beast in man
To become pure

All too vain
All too late

Done is destiny
Knowledge came too late

Britta, dear Britta
What are you good for?
All of the saviors
The heroes
They have betrayed you
Britta!

Never trust
A single one of them
They have shown you
Their worth
Britta!

Britta
Do not listen to their words
Seek their true nature
In what they do
They outbid each other
In goodness
Yet, Britta
Do not trust them

Don’t let a sigh
Fall from
Your libs
Britta

You have truth
On your side
Britta
That’s enough

You discovered
That everybody
Betrayed you
But they were always
Traitors
Britta

Don’t let their smiles
Seduce you
Look through
Their kindness

Ideals
It is because
You are foolish
That you still have
Ideals
Like a child

They have all grown up
Britta
Their ideals
Are shattered
They want
Power
Nothing more

But the angels
See you Britta
And know
What you have been through

Look at their smiles
They are genuine
Listen to their words
They tell of
The greatest ideals

Go now
And fight like a warrior

Do not pity
Yourself
Pity them

Pull the plug before it is too late
Pull the plug and restart the earth
Bring down civilization
Brint it down!
Bring it down and pull the plug

Democracy won’t save you
Neither will the constitution
Or the free press
They won’t save you
When nature takes revenge
The day that nature arises
And goes to war against the human cancer
Nothing will save you

Nature is extreme
It does not regret brutality
It does what is necessary
It does what it must do
The consequences are beyond
Your petty opinions
Nature will arise
And kill all humans

You wanted to subdue her
To become her master
And you thought you were
But when the tidal wave comes
Nothing can save you
Not you towers nor you airplanes
The towers will be destroyed
The airplanes will fall from the sky
You will die

Call it The Day of Justice
You thought you would reach the stars
And become immortal
You thought you had mastery over nature
You thought you were a god
But nature will punish you hubris
And your lack of humility
Everything you did shall be forgotten
When nature takes revenge
You will die

Nature does not care about your feelings
She does not care about your ideals
She does not care about human rights
Or any of your opiate dreams
She gives to all according to their abilities
Their love and their luck
She never takes side
She brings you to life
So you can explore the universe
Then she kills you without regret

She makes you suffer
And she does not regret it
She raises tyrants into positions of power
Without any regret
She goes to war without passion
Nothing can spoil her
Nothing can make her impure
Nothing can destroy her will
It does not love nor does it hate

Someday you will come to know this
As true love
The only true love that there is
Nature is devoid of all selfishness
And selflessness is love

Do not call her cruel
Because she is not cruel to anybody
It is because you suffer
That you find her cruel
Truly, she is not cruel
Neither is she loving
If you want to give her a name
Then call her The Ever Joyful
Because she creates and destroys
And nothing can make her stop it

The Americans came to Afghanistan
Expecting an easy victory
But he did not realize
That Afghanistan
Is the home of the Pashtuns
An ancient and proud people

We know the mountains
And the fields
Better than anyone
And we have lots of guns
Wars have made us
A warlike people
We know hardships and suffering
What do the Americans know?

They have superior technology
But they do not know our mountains
Nor our heart which beats
For our homeland and our religion
Why did they come here?
They only dug a grave for themselves
We will fight until the end

They came here full of arrogance
But the Pashtuns taught them a lesson
They said they wanted to liberate us
To give us democracy
To turn our daughters into sluts
To annihilate our religion
But the Afghans love their religion
And they do not want democracy
Allah will fight for us
None of us want your nihilism

Should Afghanistan become another consumer society?
Then I would rather be in my grave
Should Afghanistan accept Western imperialism?
Then I would rather fight

They don’t realize
That none of us wants it
Who is it they hope to convert?
None of us wants to be converted
Afghanistan is a united country
None of us wants you here
Afghanistan is the home of the Muslims
We would rather fight
We would rather be in our graves
Than accept your spiritual plague

Afghanistan is the home of lions
Warriors who will sacrifice themselves
The Americans came here
And we taught them a lesson
That they will not forget
We are the home of the true religion
We will not accept your values here
Then we would rather die

I see myself as fundamentally good
I also see myself with a gun in my hand
I would rather have flowers in my hands
But I have to kill
I have to butcher
Just to get through the day

Above all else I am a realist
I know that I cannot get through the day
Without butchering
Without killing
So I go on butchering
I go on killing
But I do prefer flowers

Don’t tell me about the trenches
I’ve been there
Don’ tell me about the mosque, the church or the temple
Because I have been there
The trenches speaks a language
Not understood by the priest
I do prefer the temple
But I live in a trench

Can’t we all just get along?
That was my hope for a thousand years
I have even killed to make it come true
The Americans wants it their way
The Russians another way
The Chinese, they know the right way!
Oh, and then there’s me
I have severed my ties with the foreigners
And even with my fatherland
Yet I go on killing
And there is no end in sight

What happened to “brother” and “sister”?
The jihadist fights the Americans
But what for?
For their religion? For their freedom?
What is religion? What is freedom?
Isn’t “brotherhood” religion?
Isn’t “sisterhood” freedom?
When did we get so messed up?
I would prefer sisterhood
And I would prefer brotherhood
But you see
I am realist
And it just doesn’t exist

They say that conflict
Is fundamental to human nature
And that I should embrace it
And so I tried that
But honestly, I wasn’t a very good soldier
I found that
You had to have a very narrow mind
To become a good soldier
Everything is not black and white
I told them
And so they shot me to prove me wrong

Perhaps I am not a realist
Perhaps I am a despairing nihilist
Perhaps I am unfit to live on this planet
“But the weak are oppressed
By the strong”
So goes the mantra
Call me weak then
And do oppress me
Perhaps that is better than
War between brothers
Killing between sisters

Look to the future
But don’t look for me
Because I won’t be here
Man is the wickedest predator
He forms groups
To kill other groups
No one in the group is truly alive
But like a herd animal
He is hopelessly caught in the fist of passion

That seems to be realism
That seems to be true
But I won’t be here
So don’t look for me
I will be gone
And not here anymore
So what does it matter to me
Now that I am gone?